[ jon's a blue-and-red blur as he slams into one of the monsters attacking another hero's(?) vulnerable back, launching it into the air and away from the other figure. he turns toward them, then, hovering a few feet over the street as he rubs the back of his neck. ]

.. Sorry about that, wasn't sure if you saw it or not.

I'm sorry, what?

[ it's probably a little funny to see superman holding a black credit card like it's a piece of kryptonite, but to be completely fair, he grew up pretty modestly. he's not used to having what amounts to unlimited funds, especially not for personal use.

he turns the card between his fingers, brows arching with amazement. ] This must be what it's like to be Bruce. [ what do you even do with this much money? ]

[ look, he literally arrived in his uniform, and have you seen his uniform? it's skin-tight, there's nowhere to put civilian clothes. he only manages to get his phone into it because it slides into the top of his boot.

so, you know, he's doing his shopping in uniform. it's fine. people maybe don't like people with powers here, but jon's also basically invulnerable, so he'll be.. fine.

he holds up two shirts--one flannel, the other a long-sleeved t-shirt--and turns, blue eyes bright and earnest. ] Which one do you think suits me more? I haven't really been shopping in a while. [ when does he have time? at home, even with his dad back, he's still busy, and he has a boyfriend now on top of everything else. ]

[ or catch him after he's done shopping, perched on the roof of a building with a big iced coffee--jon, it's cold out, why are you drinking that--a basket of fries, and several shopping bags. the only thing that's missing right now is damian, really, and that gives him a pained pang to think of. they were just getting to hang out more often, and now he's in another new dimension.

and jay. god, what a mess. he hopes he doesn't think jon's just blowing him off. ]

[ idk prompt me, i'm happy to react to whatever. ]